The man put down the lamp as a green and orange smoke spiraled up to the ceiling and started filling the small chamber. The space was tight and it smelled of rotten eggs.
"Oh mighty genie, come out and..."
"No!"
"What?" asked the man, scratching his head.
"I. Said. "No!" replied the genie. "I don't want anyone asking for infinite wishes or for infinite money. The last guy was crushed under this huge pile of gold. I'm sick of you humans not thinking your wishes through."
The man hesitated.
"Wow...," said the man. "What about very old f...?"
"Stop! Don't you dare finish that line from Professor Tolkien's works," he shouted as he raised his finger to the man standing below him. "You inept humans think this is a game? We could end the world today. With the right wishes, of course..."
"Which are...?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
The genie hovered down to the floor, his form now solid and fully visible. He was a tall, imposing figure with a thick beard and a solemn expression. The man cowered in front of him, unsure of what to do.
"Look, I know I was brought here under false pretenses," the genie said, his tone softening. "But you need to understand that my powers are not to be taken lightly. I've seen entire civilizations rise and fall at the whims of foolish humans. You must be careful with your wishes."
The man nodded, listening attentively. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I just wanted to use the wishes for something good, to help people."
The genie smiled, his features becoming less severe. "Before you make any wishes, let me give you some advice. Think about the consequences of your actions. Think about the ripple effect that your wishes may have on the world. And remember, you only get three wishes. Choose them wisely."
The genie disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving the man alone in the chamber. He realized too late that he should have never summoned the genie and he cursed himself for his foolishness.
The man sat in the chamber for a few moments longer, his mind reeling from the genie's words. He thought about the power the genie had, the power to grant wishes, but also the power to make his worst nightmares come true. He shuddered at the thought of what kind of horrors the genie could inflict upon him if he were to summon him again in a bad mood.
It was clear that the genie had no patience or mercy for those who summoned him without considering the consequences. He realized he had made a grave error by summoning the genie without a good plan or understanding of the genie's power. He wished he could take it back, but he knew it was too late for that.
He emerged from the chamber filled with fear and regret, determined to never make the same mistake again. As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that the genie's threat was still looming over him, a reminder of the dangers that come with wishing without caution.
The man emerged from the chamber filled with a new sense of purpose, ready to make his wishes count and to forgive a genie who kept getting summoned by inept humans.
